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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
The flowing Can.
A Sailor's life's a life of woe,
^ »- He v.'oi-1-s now late DOW early,
New up, now down, now to and fro,
What tlien? he talces it cheerl/ ;
.Elefs'd with a fmiling can of grog,
If duty call,
Stand, rife, or fall,
To fate's laft verge he'll jogg ;
The cadge to weigh,
The flieeis belay,
He does it with a wifii ;
To heave the lead,
Or to cat-head
The pond'rous anchor fifh ;
Tor while the grog goes round.
Ail fenfe of danger's drown'd, ,
V e defpife it to a man :
We fing a little, and laugh a little,
Ar;d v'ork a little, and fwcar a little.
And fidd.e a little,, and foot it a little,
We iing a little, and laugh a little,
And work a little, and fwear a little.
And fiddle a little, and foot it a little.
And fwig the the flowing can.
'If howling winds and roaring feas
Cive proof of coming danger.
We view the ftorm, our hearts at eafe,
_ror Jack's to fear a ftranger.
.LlelVd -with the fmiling grog we fly,
v.: here now below,
We headlong go,
>Jow rife on mountains high ;
Spite of the gale
We hand the fail.
Or take the needful reef;
Or man the deck,
To clear fome wreck.
To give (he fliip relief ;
Though perils threaten 'round.
All fenfe of danger's drown'd,
We defpife it to a m?.u.
tVeft,:g a little, ^c.
Eut yet think not our cafe is hard,
Though llorms at fea do treat us;
For coming home (a fweet reward !)
With fmiles our fvveet-hcarts greet us.
Now to the friendly grog v.'e quaff.
Our am'rous toaft.
Her we love mcfl.
And gaily fing and laugh ;
"the fails we furl.
Then for each girl,
The petticoat difi)lay :
The deck we clear.
Then three times cheer,
As we their charms furvey -,
And then the grog goes' round,
AH fenfe of danger's drown'd.
We defpife it to a man.
IVefing a little, ^c.
Celebrated Fairy Song.
LITTLE fairy, fuccour lend,
You e'er now have been a friend,
\'V''hen you're fipping like a bee,
'ihink, I pray you, think on me; v
You for aid I call upon,
Spoufe of Mab, Iweet Oberon I
You. for aid, ^c.
Hear me call and cure love's fmart,
Sooth the torment ot my heart;
Cool my bofom's amorous fire,
■ Or extinguifti all defire :
i'eace and joy wi.h Damon's gone.
Come then, gentle Oberon I
Pejc: and joy, &c.
So jnay acorns full of dew.
Every night t e Jet lor you ;
ho may the glow-worm lift its headj
To light where e'er you wifh to tread ;
By your art were Damon wen,
"V\'hat your praife, fweet Oberon !
By your art, ^C.
Tbe Vvefteru Sky.
TEE weflern fl.-y was purpled o'er
Wiih ev'ry pleafing ray.
And, flocks reviving, felt no more
The fultry heat of day :
When from an hazel's artlefs bow'r.
Soft warbled Strephon's tongue, ^
He biefl. the fcene, he bleft the bow'r,
While Nancy's praife he fung.
Let fops with fickle falfliood range
The paths of wanton love,
Whilft weeping maidi lament their change,
And faJden every grove-:
But endlefs blefllngs crown the day,
I faw fair Elham's dale,
And ev'ry bleiling finds its way
To Nancy of the Vale.
Struck with her charms and gentle truth,.
I clafp'd the conilant fair.
To her alone I gave my youth,
And V ow my future care :
And when this ^ow flrall faithlefs prove,
Or I thofe charms forego.
The flream that faw our tender love.
That flream fl.all ccafe to flow.
Mary's Dream.
THE moon had climb'd the highefi: hill
Which riles o'er the iource of Dee,
And from the eaflern funitnit fhed
Ker iilver light on tow'r and tree ;
When Alary laid her down to fleep.
Her thoughts on Sandy far at fea ;
"^I hen foft and lowf a voice was heard
Say, " Mary weep no more for me."
She from hir pillow gently rais'd
her head, to afk who there might be,
She faw young Sandy Ihiv'ring ftand,
With pallid cheek and hollow eye ;
" O Mary dear, cold is my clay.
It lies beneath the flormy fea;
Far, far from thee I fleep in death ;
So, Mary weep no more for me.
Three flormy nights and flormy days
'We tofs'd upon the raging main.
And long we lirove our bark to fave—
tut all our ftriving was in vain.
E'en then when horror chiU'd my blood,
My heart was fill'd with love of thee :
The ftorm is paft, and I'm at reft —
So, Mary weep no more for me.
O maiden dear, thyfelf prepare ;
We foon fliall meet upon that fhore.
Where love is free from doubt and care.
And thou and I fhall part no more." —
Loud crow'd the cock, the fhadow fled;
No more of Sandy could ftie fee ;
But foft the paffmg fpirit laid,
" Sweet Mary, weep no more for me."
The laie Repeniance.
COULD grief recall the moments paft.
Or weeping loothe the brealt ol p-m,
■"ihele fruicleis tcais that flow lo faft
Would loon my iiiUocence regain.
But Jooner fhail the price ot Ipring,
December's geiid bow adorn.
Or youth that flies t n fiier.t wing
To warm the breali of age i-cii.rn. Tirac
The flowing Can.
A Sailor's life's a life of woe,
^ »- He v.'oi-1-s now late DOW early,
New up, now down, now to and fro,
What tlien? he talces it cheerl/ ;
.Elefs'd with a fmiling can of grog,
If duty call,
Stand, rife, or fall,
To fate's laft verge he'll jogg ;
The cadge to weigh,
The flieeis belay,
He does it with a wifii ;
To heave the lead,
Or to cat-head
The pond'rous anchor fifh ;
Tor while the grog goes round.
Ail fenfe of danger's drown'd, ,
V e defpife it to a man :
We fing a little, and laugh a little,
Ar;d v'ork a little, and fwcar a little.
And fidd.e a little,, and foot it a little,
We iing a little, and laugh a little,
And work a little, and fwear a little.
And fiddle a little, and foot it a little.
And fwig the the flowing can.
'If howling winds and roaring feas
Cive proof of coming danger.
We view the ftorm, our hearts at eafe,
_ror Jack's to fear a ftranger.
.LlelVd -with the fmiling grog we fly,
v.: here now below,
We headlong go,
>Jow rife on mountains high ;
Spite of the gale
We hand the fail.
Or take the needful reef;
Or man the deck,
To clear fome wreck.
To give (he fliip relief ;
Though perils threaten 'round.
All fenfe of danger's drown'd,
We defpife it to a m?.u.
tVeft,:g a little, ^c.
Eut yet think not our cafe is hard,
Though llorms at fea do treat us;
For coming home (a fweet reward !)
With fmiles our fvveet-hcarts greet us.
Now to the friendly grog v.'e quaff.
Our am'rous toaft.
Her we love mcfl.
And gaily fing and laugh ;
"the fails we furl.
Then for each girl,
The petticoat difi)lay :
The deck we clear.
Then three times cheer,
As we their charms furvey -,
And then the grog goes' round,
AH fenfe of danger's drown'd.
We defpife it to a man.
IVefing a little, ^c.
Celebrated Fairy Song.
LITTLE fairy, fuccour lend,
You e'er now have been a friend,
\'V''hen you're fipping like a bee,
'ihink, I pray you, think on me; v
You for aid I call upon,
Spoufe of Mab, Iweet Oberon I
You. for aid, ^c.
Hear me call and cure love's fmart,
Sooth the torment ot my heart;
Cool my bofom's amorous fire,
■ Or extinguifti all defire :
i'eace and joy wi.h Damon's gone.
Come then, gentle Oberon I
Pejc: and joy, &c.
So jnay acorns full of dew.
Every night t e Jet lor you ;
ho may the glow-worm lift its headj
To light where e'er you wifh to tread ;
By your art were Damon wen,
"V\'hat your praife, fweet Oberon !
By your art, ^C.
Tbe Vvefteru Sky.
TEE weflern fl.-y was purpled o'er
Wiih ev'ry pleafing ray.
And, flocks reviving, felt no more
The fultry heat of day :
When from an hazel's artlefs bow'r.
Soft warbled Strephon's tongue, ^
He biefl. the fcene, he bleft the bow'r,
While Nancy's praife he fung.
Let fops with fickle falfliood range
The paths of wanton love,
Whilft weeping maidi lament their change,
And faJden every grove-:
But endlefs blefllngs crown the day,
I faw fair Elham's dale,
And ev'ry bleiling finds its way
To Nancy of the Vale.
Struck with her charms and gentle truth,.
I clafp'd the conilant fair.
To her alone I gave my youth,
And V ow my future care :
And when this ^ow flrall faithlefs prove,
Or I thofe charms forego.
The flream that faw our tender love.
That flream fl.all ccafe to flow.
Mary's Dream.
THE moon had climb'd the highefi: hill
Which riles o'er the iource of Dee,
And from the eaflern funitnit fhed
Ker iilver light on tow'r and tree ;
When Alary laid her down to fleep.
Her thoughts on Sandy far at fea ;
"^I hen foft and lowf a voice was heard
Say, " Mary weep no more for me."
She from hir pillow gently rais'd
her head, to afk who there might be,
She faw young Sandy Ihiv'ring ftand,
With pallid cheek and hollow eye ;
" O Mary dear, cold is my clay.
It lies beneath the flormy fea;
Far, far from thee I fleep in death ;
So, Mary weep no more for me.
Three flormy nights and flormy days
'We tofs'd upon the raging main.
And long we lirove our bark to fave—
tut all our ftriving was in vain.
E'en then when horror chiU'd my blood,
My heart was fill'd with love of thee :
The ftorm is paft, and I'm at reft —
So, Mary weep no more for me.
O maiden dear, thyfelf prepare ;
We foon fliall meet upon that fhore.
Where love is free from doubt and care.
And thou and I fhall part no more." —
Loud crow'd the cock, the fhadow fled;
No more of Sandy could ftie fee ;
But foft the paffmg fpirit laid,
" Sweet Mary, weep no more for me."
The laie Repeniance.
COULD grief recall the moments paft.
Or weeping loothe the brealt ol p-m,
■"ihele fruicleis tcais that flow lo faft
Would loon my iiiUocence regain.
But Jooner fhail the price ot Ipring,
December's geiid bow adorn.
Or youth that flies t n fiier.t wing
To warm the breali of age i-cii.rn. Tirac
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Description | Also: Celebrated fairy song. Also: The western sky. Also: Mary's dream. Also: The late repentance. |
Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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